I Will Surrender The Position As Empress Novels & Stories

he asked, hunkering down beside her. “I can’t,” she whispered. “You’ll have all the support you need from my – your – mercenaries. And Miriam.” “It must be her. I’m not fit to rule.” “I think a crown would suit you,” he told her. “Trying to appeal to my vanity? It’s not there any more. Please, humour me in this. I have given it a lot of thought. Once I have abdicated in favour of Princess Miriam, I would like to go to a nunnery.”

She has also seen me going violent and absurd. It is the first time I have made cataclysmic headlines. ‘Tomorrow when the truth will be revealed that it weren’t Luna Arin but Empress Ellizzian who went wild; do you believe they will look up at us?’ I blink. ‘Tomorrow when the subjects would know that we had to sacrifice Lily because you couldn’t take the bullet or wage a heroic war at the moment, would you be able to rule with pride?’

Cafer asked the fake Empress. Ravenna nodded and took the crown from her head, handing it to Cafer. Then she stepped forward and curtsied to the ground before Alaron. He looked down at the woman with slight interest but nothing more. "Let it be known to the Empire that Aurora has renounced her title as Empress and named her son as the heir." "Glory to the Emperor!" the crowd answered as Cafer held up the crown. "Are they buying this nonsense?" Brinn mumbled. The guard hushed her with a nudge of his elbow. She elbowed him back.

Although the complaints were many, they had a single theme: Don’t go. The beautiful figure on the throne raised her hand to silence their complaints. “I am not abdicating the throne. I am only leaving on a short journey. I would be back in five years.” She declared in her charming voice. “It is the same My Liege. You are our Empress. You cannot just leave whenever you want. From the moment you accepted- no, from the moment the Eternal Throne accepted you- your life wasn’t yours alone!” her subordinate passionately declared. His runts led to murmurs of acknowledgement among the small number of people gathered in the room.

"No room in this house, no gold from your vault, and no position in your hierarchy. I only ask that you negotiate enough freedom in the marriage contract for me to live quietly without being confined. That is all." She was treating the entire process like a cold piece of administrative paperwork, as if we were discussing the trade tax on winter wheat rather than her own marriage and departure from our bloodline. It was terrifying. A person who fought for gold or status could be bribed, appeased, or managed. But a person who refused everything you offered was a person you had already completely lost. Unable to sit in that suffocating room any longer, I grabbed the ledger and retreated to the

“So, while Andrel refused to go back, they let Akia hold the position of the crown prince so that the ministers stopped pressuring Aden to marry.” I held my head, massaging my temple. My head is starting to hurt because of all the information that I am absorbing. “Through the marriage agreement, Aden will marry me, and I will become the empress. But once Aden thinks that it is time to give back the throne to Andrel, he will step down, and that will also become the end of my position.”

He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and showed it to Dean. "Deleted from my local drive," Jared said smoothly. Dean let out a heavy sigh of relief, but Jared wasn't done. He stepped closer to Dean, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that made my hair stand on end. "But let me make one thing very clear to you, Dean. I don't need a picture to destroy you. I can crush your little empire. I can buy your investors, buy your bank, and leave you begging on the streets. I will show you what real ruin looks like in due time, until then, Enjoy what little time you have sitting at the top, very soon you'd be back scrubbing grease and booze off the counter."

Because now she had turned from being a crown princess to an Empress. Though she had not built this empire, she inherited the kingdom. And now it was her responsibility to make it prosperous. Alexandra had turned out to be socially inactive most of her life. Why could she do it? People are awful. Ew. Coming out of her shell wasn't an easy decision. She hoped not to catch social anxiety! People in the building were wondering what Alexandra was doing here after disappearing for four years. They were only informed that the new CEO will be arriving today, They already knew that Benjamin Winchester has died and it was rumoured that the next heir will be Anastasia Roberts.

"Sure, Mrs. Cadi. You know how our deal is. If he fulfills what I ask, he will be able to take his daughter, Princess Naya" "Your Highness, please, I beg you," she pleaded desperately as she fell to the ground with tears in her eyes. The empress settled on her throne, while holding in her hands a beautiful white Persian cat, the woman stroked the animal while selflessly listening to Mrs. Cadi. In his ears the woman's words were a cheap and meaningless theatre, for it was absurd to let her go so easily after all the things she had done. I wasn't going to take unnecessary risks.

Leen bowed at her and gave her a handkerchief. “Your Majesty, here is a handkerchief for you.” She didn’t know the reason why Her Majesty suddenly cried. Just minutes ago, she was staring at somewhere she couldn’t pinpoint where. It seemed that the Empress was doing other things and not just staring at the distant flowers from them, sending sweet fragrance. Lixien took the handkerchief and let out a faint smile. Why was she crying? An Empress shouldn’t cry over small things. She clutched the handkerchief tightly and looked up at the sky. Tomorrow, she’d be the official Empress of the Empire. Vailan, her husband, will announce her to the public.